Mass transportation has its place
It moves around the human race
Not with comfort style and grace
But with expediency that we can trace
A definate boon, an interface
Moving us long distances in hours not days
Space and comfort a premium, that money pays
The juddering jet, held up by spells
The ferry sailing the rolling swells
The train with commuters bulging out
The bus thats missing from along its route
We need the beasts that roar and rock
Some are quiet with any luck
Mass transportation has its place
It moves around the human race
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 